Perils and Pleasures of Trees By D. Lark Lancaster There’s a life-flowing rhythm to this place. Faceless spirits come from way upstream, Arriving with fear, looking for harbor. They cry, they hope, they laugh, As they tip a toe to test these waters Safe yet perilously calm near the bank. I greet them all; only…

Hours After Midnight by Garrett Parker I love this sky at nighttime when the sun lies far below its last glint. With time spent recollecting how the night was with friends who seem unfit. When crypts are alive with lives and lies lost in lullabies. They cry the songs of nighttime birds echo drunken slurs…